This Saturday night, the 2nd floor residents of Club Meridian (that would include me and the other people up here with the exclusion of the very douchey Brian from #204) will be throwing an Around The World Party.

All of the neighbors are inviting friends and so I am here to invite you. My friends. The ones I know. And I’d reaaaallly like you to come if you’re one of my friends. If we’ve never met, though, um… uh…***[UPDATE]

I’m not sending out email invites beyond what I did on Facebook, so if you’re reading this, consider it your invite. As an added bonus, you get to meet all the “stars” of South Beach Social and go behind-the-scenes into our very ordinary lives!

Here’s the nifty flier that one o’ the neighbors made. It provides more info.

***[UPDATE]
Yeah, I need to clarify this a little. My invite here is to people I have physically met previously and we’re on friendly terms. Or even really friends. This isn’t an invite to the residents of South Beach or Miami. Each of the residents (at least on the second floor) have sent out invites to friends (or are getting to it); I put my invite here because, well, I’m lazy. There are a subset of people who come to ipanemic who meet the criteria of friends for this party. YOU are who I am inviting. Nothing against the rest of you. But I only have one toaster oven in which to cook up pastries. And I don’t think any of my neighbors are planning on being short-order cooks for the night. The Around the World party is an excuse for us to have friends over for a night of food and drink and partying at Club Meridian.

Too, I would never hear the end of it from my neighbors if random strangers starting coming. Or the homeless. Or all the sex offenders under the Julia Tuttle Bridge. “Remember that time that you posted that invite on ipanemic? You dork.”